Two Hundred Ringgit
February 14th, 2005I have never felt so insulted in my life.
After a few months spending university life living with my parents, I’m not exactly pleased with a few things. Simply put, I’m not too fond of having people breathing down my neck.
Seeing how my other siblings, including my sister, who spent her days at MMU in the hostels, lived away from home during their academic years, I wish to do the same, for reasons you would know, if you were in the same bandwidth as me.
Well, I wasn’t at all surprised to hear him shoot down the idea the moment I mouthed it to him. And he came up with his reasons. One, two, three, four… and I walked away, unable to bear the thought of listening to the fifth one.
After a shower, and ready for dinner, I was hoping to hear a closing speech with an apology from him. Which would signal the end of the discussion, and things would go back to normal. But I turned around, only to be handed a cheque worth RM200 made payable to me.
“It seems you’re low on pocket money. That’s okay. Here’s some money for your monthly spending.”
I just placed that cheque back on the table and walked off with;
“If you’re trying to impress me, you’re not. Think about who you’re trying to convince.”
No more words from me after that in the fear that we’d break out in fury.
I’ve never felt so insulted my whole life. RM200 for my freedom of choice? For keeping me with you so you can grab me whenever you want? What am I, a person for rent? I LOVE YOU, GODDAMIT! I’D DIE FOR YOU, AND YOU’RE PAYING ME RM200 MONTHLY TO DO THAT?
I don’t want to sponge off people. I want to have pride in what I do. I’m already experiencing a flow of cash of my own. I want to deal with it as you deal with yours. I want to live my life as you did yours.
You can keep that RM200 for your retirement days.
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After calming down, I realised that we’re both proud men and I’m sorry that you’re ignorant about me and I’m clamming up like this. It’s not like you read this but hell, I love you and the last thing I want is to not be able to apologise and tell you I love you should I lose the chance.
I’m sorry I hurt you, and I’m sure you regret saying and/or doing the things you did, and I love you.
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Posted by lilian
*smiles and nods slowly*
that, the way man. 
Posted by ganaesh
lilian,
Yep, so the old wisdom says. But not everyone goes by the book, yes? 
Posted by Silencers
hi, pardon me if i got it all wrong. just want tosay perhaps he cannot afford to pay for ur hostel.it is cheaper for u to stay at home see, especially if the campus is near where u live.i think u owe him an apology. also dont be ashamed that u r sponging on him, as a student it is accepted. when he gets old and infirmed , that is payback time for u to return the favour. 
Posted by anthny wong
Well, it’s actually cheaper for me to stay at hostel than to waste money on petrol. And yeah, I live somewhat quite far from campus.
Currently the issue is cleared, but thanks for your concern :) 
Posted by Silencers